A better place. Being accepted, minimum amount of judgement, maximum support and expressions of love.
I desperately wanted to hear those words and believe them. But who would really want all of me? I detested my flawed self and I yet I long for someone else to accept them. Yet when we hear them, we struggle to believe it. Why?
Because we’ve not yet accepted ourselves as we are. And that struggle and measure of uncertainly or unwillingness will remain until we begin the process of embracing ourselves as we are.
We all want to feel good about ourselves, be affirmed and accepted. The imperfections we see and try hard to hide, can be the ones that are unique, different and OK.
I looked in the mirror and said those words and finally meant them, and knew in that moment than I was more than OK, I was loved with my hidden and noticeable flaws and I was surprisingly comfortable with that.
To a better quality of life.